I'm all out of flour and the Eggs have turned
I can't believe it's been so long since I last wrote something here....
But then I don't care...I've grown to hate the sound of my voice/words...whatever...
I've got nothing to say/write at the moment....
Not to say that nothing interesting has happened to me lately...because let's face it...I attract drama like lightening to metal
and Sunday night was pretty fucking huge...I mean here it is two days later...and I'm still at a loss of words.
On top of that, it's around 9 am on Tuesday morning. I haven't been to sleep yet and I think I might be dreaming this Blog entry instead of typing it. Who knows...if no one replies then it was all a dream...and since it's all a dream...I might as well tell you all about Sunday night...but then I'm not sure if I'm ready to share this particular bit of information to my loyal READER...this might be something I want to keep to myself for a bit longer.
Fuck that...I'm embarrassed to tell you...
You'll make fun of me...I can hear you now...shaking your head as you softly say, "I knew it, that dumb boy couldn't keep from making a dumb decision like this...it was just a matter of time."
Yeah, you say that behind my back, but do you have the courage to say it to my face!
Then I'd get mad...we'd get in a fight...then I'd feel bad that I hurt your feelings...and then I would bake cookies...
Well, I'm out of eggs and the flour isn't that self rising kind...so you can take that attitude of yours and beat it...cause I don't need no one making fun of me...I feel bad enough as it is...god I want to sleep!
Jason
PS: Mark is beautiful when he's asleep.
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